| 5 to 7 minutes to go, can you feel this?
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| Your life on the streets is done, forget the business
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| You get what you give, another day another dead one
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| Picture me out on the edge with the half a tonne
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| Tryin' to move it on up, tryin' to move the fuck out
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| You ain’t Billy the kid, you ain’t no ghetto son with clout
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| No doubt you had it hard, just a shard from the mirror
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| That went out
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| Yeah we’re all very worried about you
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| Yeah we’re all very worried about you
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| And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up
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| And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up
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| And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up
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| And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up
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| You was a little out of line but you acted like you cared
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| And from now on, your life, and his, forever bare
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| I’m out on the streets, hearin' bullshit for weeks
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| I think it’s time for you and me to meet
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| And if it’s all minor scales and the check ain’t in the mail
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| While you feelin' like you failed, wind blowin' past your sail
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| Nice place to live now son, where you gonna run?
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| Understand where we comin' from, put down the gun |